Unscramble Vanilla Novels & Stories

Garret spat, not hiding distaste. “I am not acting tough.” The girl spoke, then she turned to Greta. “Greta is it? I am Vanilla” Even her name sounded distasteful. Greta hated girls like this the most, fake creatures who pretended to be pitiful. Vanilla walked closer to Greta. “You are right, I am a weak human, there is nothing I can do to you, nor do I even want to do anything to you. But the word applies to the both of us, you are the one with the strength.”

My face is probably red. — Ok, ok, got it. Sorry, I'm a bit nervous. I am Vanilla, daughter of William Gords, the king's scribe. I'm going to war in my Father's place because of his health problems and the lack of a wife and children. I'm sorry for being Rude. Your names are? — She proclaimed herself, this time looking at us and extending her hand. As soon as she finished speaking, the younger brother took Vanilla's hand as if it were made of porcelain and then kissed it.

Aisha POV: After driving for almost an hour we finally halted at some unknown place, during this whole hour ride vivan did not bother to speak to me even once also every time when I tried to initiate any topic he shut me down with his absurd answers because of which after few attempts even I stopped questioning him, however because of his indifferent behavior today I was getting little suspicious of his motives when “We are here!” Vivan suddenly said whereas straight away got down by opening van door “Aisha get down!” he ordered me once he was out and also offered me his hand to safely get down which I happily accepted “Wh.. on earth is this place?” I questioned vivan eyeing our whole surrou

I asked her and she opened her mouth but immediately closed it. “Yes!” she mumbled nodding and turned around continuing the preparation while I walked back to our room to freshen up. “Where are you guys?” I asked, frowning at the door. “Open the door!” That’s all Girish said before hanging up. “Vani!” I called her after everyone entered and she walked outside holding the tray of glasses with a tired face and I immediately took it from her. “Vani, she is Pallavi.” I said, introducing her and started passing the water.

“That’s blasphemy, I presume?” “It is!” She mixes the contents of the bowl with gentle, graceful movements. “What’s there to hate about vanilla? It’s peaceful and delicious and smells good.” “It's also boring.” Her head shoots up, and her chin trembles the slightest bit. When she speaks, her voice sounds clogged, as if she is about to cry. “You think vanilla is boring?” “Sometimes.” “But why? There are a lot of things you can add vanilla to, like shampoos and shower gels and essential oils and…and…all the cakes and milkshakes and ice cream.”

Vanilla held her weapon tightly with a smile, she looked at Peirce, “About the Lotus in the mud, you were cool because you didn’t give up.” She said, Peirce looked at her in amazement, the same person that greeted him knew about the given name of the flowers he planted, “your inventions are great also, see... ” she said as she straightened her slingshot, Peirce widened his eyes, “Isn’t that... " He whispered, Vanilla laughed, gently “Yeah, your design, I named it slingshot.” She said, Sniffia looked at her with a pursed lips, Peirce smiled at Vanilla’s direction,

"What do they want?" Kael hesitated, his gaze flicking toward the door, as though checking to make sure no one was listening. "They want the power of the Healer of the Eclipse. You." Vanessa’s breath caught in her throat. "What do they need with me?" Kael’s eyes darkened. "To control you. To use your bloodline for their own ends. You’re not just a healer, Vanessa. You’re the key to something ancient. And they’ll stop at nothing to unlock it."

I asked and she shrugged her shoulder and smiled "yeah" She wrinkled her nose up at me and I got a glimpse of her age in her cute activity . Too young for what's coming towards her.! Our eyes met and I could tell she didn't get what vanilla I spoke about. Naive! Too naive! “Vanilla when there are so many varieties available?” I spoke and looked at her intensely and drummed my fingertips on the counter. The way her eyes bored into mine and lips dried and cheeks reddened , guess she realized the vanilla I spoke of so I smiled and added

Valerie Vanilla seemed confused. She blinked at me, as if she’d said something wrong. “W..what do you mean?” “How do you know she was branded?” I asked again, my voice edged with something severe. Vanilla gave an awkward laugh. “Why do you sound so angry?” She looked around, making sure no one else was eavesdropping in one our conversation. There were certainly eyes on us from across the room, but I was certain they couldn’t hear. With all the conversations going on, it was difficult to make out any one discussion.

“My dad loves vanilla.” Cassie manages to face forward again. “S.. sure.” Trying to hide Mathias’s effect on her body, she takes a deep breath. “Okay.” Avra seems happy after her permission. “Um, there must be vanilla powder in that drawer. I saw Miss Jones use it when baking a cake-” “No, no. Not the powder.” Cassie cuts in with surprise. “We need vanilla sticks.” “Oh, okay. They are black, right?” Avra doesn’t even realize how awkward what she just said about vanilla powder is. “Mom puts them into her water every morning.”